Jesse watched as, true to her prediction, a blonde woman stepped into the room holding a gun in her hand. She was tall, thin and if Jesse were honest, had spent far too much time in the sun, her skin almost leathery. Torben was still jostling with anger in his chair, but Jesse ignored him and the grunts he was making through the gag in his mouth. He was a distraction and she needed to remain focused on getting Roel on his own in order for her to save them both.
Roel took his own gun from the console and whacked Torben hard on the side of the head and immediately rendered him unconscious. Jesse heard the echo of the strike reverberate in her ears as she glared at Roel who simply sneered back, “he’s very protective of you Jesse. He must really like you; I dare say, he even loves you.”
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